Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tuvalu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mr. Review to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Organ,
AZ,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.